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Moochie was good at the revenge meme--when she was my office cat, she once took umbrage at a client who was yelling at me about something and decided to show her disdain for the unseeming conduct by hopping up on them and dropping a headless bloody mouse on their lap. She also determined who I could take as clients. If she like a prospective client, she was right there on their lap expecting a pet as part of the retainer. If she didn't like the person, she made sure to jump on the desk and interrupt the meeting by systemically knocking every loose piece of paper onto the floor. If that didn't work, she meowed really loud and demanded to be fed.

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Moochie was good at the revenge meme--when she was my office cat, she once took umbrage at a client who was yelling at me about something and decided to show her disdain for the unseeming conduct by hopping up on them and dropping a headless bloody mouse on their lap. She also determined who I could take as clients. If she like a prospective client, she was right there on their lap expecting a pet as part of the retainer. If she didn't like the person, she made sure to jump on the desk and interrupt the meeting by systemically knocking every loose piece of paper onto the floor. If that didn't work, she meowed really loud and demanded to be fed.

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FBtron wrote:Moochie was good at the revenge meme--when she was my office cat, she once took umbrage at a client who was yelling at me about something and decided to show her disdain for the unseeming conduct by hopping up on them and dropping a headless bloody mouse on their lap. She also determined who I could take as clients. If she like a prospective client, she was right there on their lap expecting a pet as part of the retainer. If she didn't like the person, she made sure to jump on the desk and interrupt the meeting by systemically knocking every loose piece of paper onto the floor. If that didn't work, she meowed really loud and demanded to be fed.

Cats are good at giving you an idea of how a prospective business project will turn out. When I was a kid, my dad wanted to partner with his then-boss and begin a private security company. When he came to our house to work on the business plan details, the cat took one look at him, hissed and fucked off upstairs for the rest of the night. A month later that guy ended up backstabbing my dad at their current job and getting him fired for something he didn't do.

I always found it interesting that when my dad came home after the terminal cancer diagnosis, the cat wouldn't come near him. We figure now that the cat was mad and that he could sense my dad's death approaching. While the dog kept a vigilant watch at my dad's bedside at all hours, the cat came in the room just once, looked at my dad and left. After his death, the cat's own health deteriorated rapidly as if he'd lost the will to live (he was old and always my dad's cat).

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FBtron wrote:Moochie was good at the revenge meme--when she was my office cat, she once took umbrage at a client who was yelling at me about something and decided to show her disdain for the unseeming conduct by hopping up on them and dropping a headless bloody mouse on their lap. She also determined who I could take as clients. If she like a prospective client, she was right there on their lap expecting a pet as part of the retainer. If she didn't like the person, she made sure to jump on the desk and interrupt the meeting by systemically knocking every loose piece of paper onto the floor. If that didn't work, she meowed really loud and demanded to be fed.

Cats are good at giving you an idea of how a prospective business project will turn out. When I was a kid, my dad wanted to partner with his then-boss and begin a private security company. When he came to our house to work on the business plan details, the cat took one look at him, hissed and fucked off upstairs for the rest of the night. A month later that guy ended up backstabbing my dad at their current job and getting him fired for something he didn't do.

I always found it interesting that when my dad came home after the terminal cancer diagnosis, the cat wouldn't come near him. We figure now that the cat was mad and that he could sense my dad's death approaching. While the dog kept a vigilant watch at my dad's bedside at all hours, the cat came in the room just once, looked at my dad and left. After his death, the cat's own health deteriorated rapidly as if he'd lost the will to live (he was old and always my dad's cat).